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Chapter Nine Dumbledore's Army Forever!

The Gryffindor's staggered to lunch holding their sides that were painful from all the laughter. Even Snape awarding extra homework could not dampen their spirits.

The news of the 'Fantastic Flying Ferret Display' was already circling amongst the excited students. Harry grinned as sat with his friends but chewed in silence and watched the excitement. He didn't however notice Hermione's or Ron's calculating glances in his direction – he was much too happy with the revenge on Draco Malfoy!

There was only a short pause in eating time before Ron said with a mouthful of food, "Bit bas boo."
Harry creased his brow in an attempt to translate Ron's words, but to no avail. "Sorry mate."
Hermione discreetly over Harry's plate and whispered frantically. "It was you."
Harry attempted to look completely innocent. "What do you mean it was me?"

Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically and gave Harry the don't-think-about-playing-with-me. Ron perched on the edge of his chair waiting for Harry to make a reply. He leaned so far forward however and slipped onto the floor with a crash.

Thankful for this time to think of how exactly he was going to deny it, Harry helped Ron to his feet and brushed the remains of his lunch from his red hair. However Hermione was still waiting for an answer by the time Harry and Ron had been stood.

Hermione sick of waiting for Harry to confess said pertly, "You could have really hurt Malfoy."
Harry forced down a flush and replied without thinking, "You thought it was funny!"
"Ah – ha! It was you…!" Hermione crowed with triumph nearly jumping from her seat, earning her quizzical glances from the other Gryffindors in the Great Hall.
Harry on the other hand could not believe he had been fooled into admitting it was his doing. "I – I – I…."
"No point denying it mate…" Ron pattered Harry's shoulder.

As luck would have it, Ginny, Ron's sister came hurtling into the Great Hall. She ran up to them and skidding to a stop cried. "Have you heard what has happened?"
"…Are you kidding… we were there!" Ron retorted. "You should have seen Malfoy hit the blackboard and Hermione's patronus' dance!"
"No – not Malfoy flying around the classroom as a ferret and crash landing…" Ginny replied curtly, her small fists were balled against her hips. Whatever it was it was serious.
"What then?" Hermione inquired pleasantly.
"It's Trelawney…"
Ron rolled his eyes; the subject of Trelawney was not all that interesting for Ron so he dug into his meal with gusto.
"What's up with her?" Harry asked wearily.

Ginny took a careful glance around the Great Hall before taking a seat beside Hermione. "I heard from Regin Standforde this morning that she had left the school!"
"Wahooo!" Ron cried jumping up and down.
"Shhhh!" Ginny admonished, "I haven't finished yet!"
"Oh." Ron sheepishly did what his little sister commanded and sat miserably next to Harry. "Sorry for being happy over some good news."
"Regin said that he was in Dumbledore's office when a message arrived from the order…" There was no question in which order Ginny was talking about! "You-know-who… now believes the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries was not entirely lost."
Harry choked on his mouthful of food as he heard this. This news boded ill for him.
"So what does that have to do with Trelawney…?"
"Don't be so think Ron!" Hermione snapped, "It obvious that you-know-who thinks Trelawney made the prophecy."
'He doesn't think, Hermione,' Harry thought bleakly, 'He knows.'
Ron snorted loudly and protested. "He can't be as think to think… Trelawney! No way!"
"So she's gone into hiding?" Harry asked chewing his bottom lip and trying not to look anxious.
"Yeah… at you-know-where…"
"Ohhh….noooooo." Ron whined, splashing his pumpkin juice all over his robes. "Not there…"

Harry smiled indifferently at Ron's whinging and turned back to Ginny. "Ginny could you do me a favour… the DA will meet tonight usual place."
Ginny nodded eager to be off and to completely her important task, Harry on the other hand tried desperately not to look in Hermione's direction.

Harry stood quickly and stuffing his books into his bag mumbled an excuse of forgetting his transfiguration homework he scrambled out of the Great Hall. He marched quickly to the transfiguration classroom and was relieved that either Ron or Hermione had not followed him. He opened the door and flopped down at a random desk.

"Er…hello…"

Harry jumped and whipped around. A young Gryffindor first year had poked his head through the door. Harry instantly recognised him as Regin Standforde. Regin smiled shyly and pushed the door open behind him was a few other first years from varying houses.

"Can we have a word?"
"Erm… sure."

Regin grinned and allowed his classmates to file into the classroom before closing the door firmly behind them. He then straightened himself and took a glance at his friends before gabbling quickly, "Wewantajoindumbledoresarmy?"
"Ha?"
"We want to join Dumbledore's Army?" Regin repeated much more slowly. The gathered students all nodded enthusiastically. Harry sat stunned with his mouth hanging open. They wanted to do what?

"After all you were only in first year when you rescued the Philosopher's Stone." A first year Slytherin pointed out.
"And second year you solved the mystery of the chamber of secrets," A Hufflepuff murmured shyly.
"…And all those cool obstacles from your four year…"
"…Not to mention fighting you-know-who last year in the Department of Mysteries…"
"Why wouldn't we want to learn from the best?" Regin finished.

'Oh dear,' Harry thought blankly looking from one to another as they spoke to him. There were six of them together, two Gryffindors, a Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw and two Slytherins…

"How do you know all of his stuff..?" Harry asked in bewilderment, "Who are you guys?"

Regin grinned mischievously. "Professor McGonagall is my Great-Aunt, she told me all sorts of things over the holidays to make sure I wouldn't get myself into trouble at Hogwarts." Regin snorted and added as an afterthought, "She used you as an example… most of the time…"
"Great."
"Well… As for who we are I'm Regin Standforde and this is Bree Ackerley," Regin said pointing to himself then to the Gryffindor girl who was standing by his shoulder. She seemed to be his second-in-command.
"I'm Wilhelmina Dodds…" the Hufflepuff said blushing, "But just call me Willow."
"Thorne Parnelle, at your service." A Slytherin stepped forward and offered his hand to Harry then added ruefully, "If you will have me."

Harry didn't hesitate – he gripped the younger Slytherin's hand tightly. Thorne stepped back beaming and nodded his head to his friend. "This is Myles Kidd – Myles doesn't talk much." Myles looked blankly first at Thorne then at Harry then very slowly raised his hand in greeting. Harry smiled sheepishly and turned to the dark haired Ravenclaw boy who was patiently awaiting his turn. "Royce Driscolle."

Harry cleared his throat. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you all." Harry nodded to each in turn. "Dumbledore's army is meeting tonight , meet us on the seventh floor by the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy…"

Six eager heads bobbed in ascent then scrambled from the classroom… they were going to be late for their next class.

Harry watched them all leave with a certain amount of mixed feelings. He didn't have time to ponder over the conversation as the class started turning up. Ron and Hermione entered coolly and sat next to Harry snubbing him. Harry sighed heavily he expected them for being angry like this… it was sort of rude leaving them in the Great Hall like this.

McGonagall entered before any of them spoke and started her lecture revising what they had done for OWLs. Harry bent his head over his parchment and scribbled frantically, not because he didn't know what McGonagall was talking about but because he didn't want to feel Hermione's or Ron's critical stare.

Half and hour passed before a piece of parchment was squeezed in between his nose and his desk. Harry took it and opened it under the desk.

Harry, what aren't you telling us? – Hermione
PS We're getting sick of your secrets! – Ron

Pursing his lips together Harry took a look at Hermione and Ron who were waiting patiently for a reply. Sighing Harry thought it was probably about time he told his best friends something.

'The prophecy from the Department of Mysteries isn't lost….' Harry scribbled underneath the note and passed it back.

Hermione read the parchment and Harry almost saw her jaw drop to the ground. She passed the note carelessly to Ron.

"Ahem…" McGonagall stood at the ends of their desks tapping her foot on the stone floor. Ron sheepishly handed the parchment over into the Professor's out stretched hand. Thin lipped McGonagall read the note. Harry watched as her eyes bulged in surprise. Regaining her composure she crumbled the note and threw it into the bin. "Twenty points from Gryffindor…"

Harry hurried from Transfiguration forty five minutes later, Ron and Hermione however already on his heels. "Harry why didn't you tell us?" Hermione demanded.
"Because it has nothing to do with you," Harry replied curtly.
"But we're your friends mate," Ron retorted quickly.
"I wasn't ready and I don't want to talk about it!"

"Then at least tell us what you did to Malfoy," Hermione insisted.
Harry stopped and to Hermoine's and Ron's surprise. "For that you have to wait for tonight like everybody else."

Dumbledore's Army had gathered keenly for the first meeting for the year (Cho Chang and her friend Marietta were no where to be seen). Harry let the first years into the Room of Requirement and introduced them.

When the excitement died down Harry stood and announced. "I've learned some new skills over the holidays…some of you have witnessed my 'new' powers."

Harry turned on his heel and seeing a plank of wood he concentrated on it drawing his power then released for a power strike. The wood splintered upon impact… on the second strike it split into two neat pieces. Harry heard gasps run throughout the gathered group.

"It is much harder than it looks… I'll be teaching you to conjure first wind… it'll take time mind you and patience…"

Philosopher's Stone. - I'm Australian so this is correct from my viewpoint!

Sorry it's a pretty boring chapter (not even a flying ferret! to make it exciting) - it had to be written!